Thursday, April 5 2007
Backyard Tire Fire is one of those bands that you just hate. Not because they’re terrible, but because they’re a band so unique, distinct, amazing and talented that you get frustrated about them getting ignored by the mainstream again and again.
This may be David Rovics' 14th album, but you'd be mistaken to think that the American protest singer and anti-war activist has lost any of his passion or fight.
"The Birds Are Crying" is a lot like Foreigner's "Double Vision". But with more dancing.
With skillful mixes of pioneers, such as Coldcut, and to the more obscure, such as, Dutch wave band New Musik, the album isn’t for glow stick weekend superstars.
Wednesday, April 4 2007
The Bloody Hollies are a bass-less, blues-drenched riff monster fronted by a powerfully hoarse singer-guitarist, and they will turn your ears and limbs to jelly if you let them, which you should.
Her voice is smoother than a tropical breeze. He's a master of the bass. Together, they are dynamic.
The self-proclaimed founder and originator of "Jawaiian" music goes solo with Godfada, an album that not only reinforces Rankin' Scroo's image of himself as a pioneer but also serves to introduce audiences to "Urban Reggae".
This side project from a founding member of the Skygreen Leopards creates a hazy marijuana-fuelled atmosphere on their debut record.
Dodge sounds like he’s been reared on Neil Young’s soft, thoughtful acoustic albums.
Tuesday, April 3 2007
The all-female, electro-punk quartet the Trucks don't want to "sit nice and be quiet" on their self-titled debut. Damn right!
Sam Amidon, once of laid-back Brattleboro, VT and now of busy Brooklyn, has crafted a gentle, unobtrusive album of country folk.
Naked: the Firehouse of the 21st century.
Sailing Days is an EP made specifically for listening while on a back porch with nothing to do.
If you were to put on an early album by Sum 41 and then listen to “Choked and Charmed”, the first song on this album by Love Me Destroyer, you would believe you were in some time warp.
Monday, April 2 2007
Jumbling together elements of folk, psychedelic pop, electronica, jazz, and even bossa nova, Rafter's songs seem almost like tripped out ads for his unique brand of musical invention.
835 pushes songwriter Sean Brooks' cheeky sense of humor farther to the front than it's ever been before.
In the time it would take to watch a typical sitcom, you get something that may not change your life, but just might leave a smile on your face.
Chris Garneau attempts to emulate Elliot Smith with a debut album of dreary piano pop.
Fans of Sexsmith would lap up most of these songs, especially the roots-y “Sweet Nancy”.
Sunday, April 1 2007
Uncle Bob is back, err, still around with Silverfish Trivia, his new, mostly disposable mini-LP.